The other day the following tweet showed up on my Twitter timeline:
Ladies if you have a fat ass and don’t have like 7,000 followers. You are going about this Twitter thing all wrong.
Now normally I don’t even process most of the mess that gets tweeted.
But for some reason this tweet kinda stuck in my head.
I’ve been on twitter since July 2009.
But didn’t really start to use it actively until the beginning of this year.
So I’ve got a good 9 months under my belt.
And I’ve got a little over 60 followers.
The majority have joined me since I started writing this blog in June 2010.
So if I’m to take that tweet to heart, not only am I not doing this thing right.
I am failing miserably.
What I need to do is change my avatar.
Preferably to one where I’m scantily clad or damn near naked.
Twitpic a few ass shots every now and then.
And as they like to say,
“They will come.”
Now anyone who knows me in real life knows I’ve got a pretty remarkable rear.
Hey don’t hate me, hate my parents for making me.
I’ve got a great shape….thanks to many years of running track.
A cute face…thanks again to my genes.
But I’m not willing, nor do I think it necessary, to advertise them on twitter in the name of gaining followers.
I like to think I’m a cool person whose humor (though at times borderline corny).
Random take on life.
And intelligence are reason alone to follow.
Now I’m not knocking any chick out there who wants to participate in Titty Tuesday.
I’m just saying that my assets will not be making an appearance on twitter.